But after calming down, Song Jingmo felt relieved. Allowing Song Ning to withdraw at such a crucial time for Fuhua was a significant sum of money, enough for Yan Xunan to weather the crisis; he hadn't treated her unfairly.
The father and daughter each had their own thoughts, little did they know that this situation would only ignite Song Ning's fire of revenge even more fiercely, leaving her with no way out.
Xu Zhihan looked ashen-faced, but it was too late for him to turn the tide. He tried to say something several times, but each time he held back. Song Ning, on the other hand, stopped acting, leaving only an expression of complete control. Ever since that day at the engagement banquet, his hesitation had put him in a passive position.
"Brother-in-law, for now, let's just pretend this never happened. You should understand, right?"
These were the words Song Ning said to him in their last phone call. How could someone as intelligent as him not understand?
It's going to be windy tomorrow.
The teacher desperately wanted Song Qing to succeed, desperately wanted to have everything under Song Qing's control before his death, and wanted to arrange everything for Song Qing. This was a blessing, but it also led to today's disaster.
He could only hold Song Qing's slender, bony hand tightly.
No matter the wind or rain, never let go.
As long as he is there, Fuhua will not collapse.
Chapter Thirty: The Right to Do As You Please
"I have no choice but to do this, Bill. Even if it means giving him 50% of Fuhua's shares, I will still give it to him!"
-Song Qing
For almost the entire morning, Song Qing couldn't concentrate on her work. She would sit down for a while, then get up again, walk around her desk, stand still for a few seconds, and then walk to the window to look down.
A red sports car nimbly weaved through the parking lot of Fuhua Square. She blinked; it was indeed Bill.
"Oh no!" She lightly patted her forehead. She had forgotten that she had agreed with Bill to hand over Haotian's last materials.
She turned around and pulled the inner layer of the curtains closed, just enough to block the glaring light without affecting the overall lighting. She puffed out her cheeks, let out a long breath, and finally sat down to organize the materials.
Half an hour passed, and she was engrossed in her work. She glanced at her watch and realized that half an hour had gone by and Bill still hadn't come up.
She probably got pulled aside by someone from another department to chat about everyday things. She smiled, shook her head, and buried herself back in her work.
The phone on the table rang at just the right moment.
"Miss Song, are you busy?"
"Oh, it's Mr. Yi. Hello, um... I'm doing well now." She smiled, closed the materials in her hand, and roughly counted them again.
"I think Bill probably told you that there's a social event at Haotian this afternoon, and you'd better attend."
Song Qing raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hmm? You want me to participate?"
Yi Zhengwei smiled confidently, with a hint of seduction, "Oh, I think you should care about government procurement..."
"Yes!" Song Qing answered immediately.
Yi Zhengwei raised his eyebrows approvingly and snapped his fingers. "I heard you mention this idea a while ago. It just so happens that the bank held a grand banquet at Haotian at noon, and several government officials came. They just happen to be connected to it."
She smiled slightly, knowing that Yi Zhengwei's connection was undoubtedly a humble statement. Winning government procurement was a very good start, and the company's influence would be greatly expanded.
"Okay, what time?"
"Around noon. There's nothing special for lunch, just Haotian's buffet. I'll take you to try on your dress first," Yi Zhengwei replied after a moment's thought.
"good……"
"Um."
"Wait!
"Hmm?" Yi Zhengwei vaguely heard her voice, and after thinking for a moment, he politely answered the call again.
Song Qing, however, never expected that he would hear his own vulnerable voice the moment he hung up.
"Well, I'd like to ask what time the banquet ends?" Her voice was somewhat ethereal, drifting aimlessly without wind, scattering like scattered fragments.
"Is there anything else?" Yi Zhengwei frowned. Such a good opportunity, and she actually...
"I'm sorry, there might be some personal matters involved, but... it's not finalized yet." She smiled apologetically, her voice already hesitant.
Just as Yi Zhengwei was about to answer, a loud knocking came from Song Qing's side, followed by Bill's angry voice, "Lianxin, you actually let your sister withdraw such a large amount of shares..." The voice was cut off there.
Yi Zhengwei thoughtfully put down the phone, sat down, and gently tapped the table.
He immediately furrowed his brow. It seemed Song Ning's plan was meticulously crafted, thriving without any obstacles; everything was calculated precisely. A woman with no business experience could seize every opportunity, each move linked to the next—the mystery behind it all was laughable; it was love.
With her escape routes all planned out, she can take any gamble at any time.
But the closer he got to his goal, the more this joyful anticipation seemed to take a turn for the worse. The image of Song Qing's indifferent yet crystal-clear gaze flashed through his mind. He clenched his fist, then with a flick of his wrist, the document on his right side flew into the air, leaving a mess.
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Song Qing leaned over to tidy up the documents that Bill had angrily scattered, listening silently to Bill's complaints and accusations.
After she had put everything back in its original place, Bill finally stopped talking. He walked over, grabbed her still busy hands, and forced her to look up.
"Lianxin, don't let your heart blind you! He's not worth it at all!"
"Bill, it's a done deal, don't say anymore." She stubbornly turned her head away.
You'll regret this!
Despite Bill's rage, she fearlessly raised her head again. Her eyes, which had been concealed all along, were now clear and deep, seemingly bottomless, like a deep, ancient well, unchanging for millennia, and reaching to the very bottom.